Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Please, Christian.”
Her beg spurs me on. I kiss her clit, doubling the heat roaring through her, and then drag my tongue up her slit. As she bucks against me, I graze her gorgeous clit with my teeth before circling my tongue around it.
Angel knocks off my elf hat when her hand shoots out to grip my shoulder. She holds it tight when I flick the swollen bud again and again. I feast on her for several long minutes, confident I’ll never taste such an alluring banquet again in my life.
I don’t rush. I take my time, learning what she likes while also enjoying the splendor of her hot, wet pussy. I adjust my pace according to how deeply she digs her nails into my shoulders and the depths of her moans.
“Oh God,” she chants.
In minutes, I find the perfect tempo to get us both off.
It is an odd mix of hard and fast while also slow and steady.
I return my mouth to her clit while slipping a finger inside her. Her hips buck wildly as her spare hand darts to the back of my head. She holds me hostage to her pussy as I eat her with timed licks, bites, and finger pumps.
“I’m…” Her grip on my hair tightens as her limbs begin to shake. “Oh God.”
I love her inability to form complete sentences. It has me eating her faster, more expertly. I push her to the brink of hysteria with nothing but my mouth and my hand.
My tongue and thumb fight for control of her clit. I tease her with both, bringing her cries of ecstasy to an ear-piercing level. Her pussy tightens around my finger as the most erotic noise I’ve ever heard whistles through her O-formed lips.
I lap up every droplet of her goodness when she unexpectedly comes. She tastes divine, and her scrumptious palette floods my tongue with every hearty lick.
“Better than I could have ever imagined.”
I bring her down from climax with slow, more controlled licks. Once the shakes calm, I force them to reform. I’m horny as fuck, but this… I’m not giving this up for anything. I won’t care if she stops this the instant she comes down from the clouds. Her orgasm is spread across my lips, and her screamed version of my name won’t stop ringing in my ears for a week. Life can’t get better than this.
“Christian…” Angel squirms before another long moan simpers from her mouth. “That feels so good.”
She shakes and trembles and moans while riding my face without hesitation until she comes for the second time.
Again, I lap up her sweetness without hesitation.
Her orgasm covers the tip of my nose and my lips and is dripped partway down my chin. I already feel like the luckiest bastard in the world, but Angel guarantees I can’t be mistaken. “Please tell me you have a condom?” As she plucks me from the stool with the strength of the Hulk, her hand shoots down my elf pants. “I want you so bad.” She pulls down on the elastic waistband so fast that my cock springs free with a boing. “Sweet baby Jesus.” As she takes in the veins feeding my erection, she whispers, “I don’t think that’ll fit.”
I band my arms around her back and tug her forward until her pussy suspends in midair. As I slowly peel down her panties, I say, “How about we find out?”
I’m partway through digging for my wallet, seeking the condom I am praying hasn’t expired, when a knock sounds at Angel’s door.
“Angel, dear, are you home?”
22
ANGEL
My eyes dart from Christian’s monster dick to my door before I divert them back to a part of his body maintaining its own pulse. He looks as disappointed as me, but since he has more etiquette, he attempts to barter Mrs. Roach’s interruption.
I say “attempts” because I clamp my hand over his mouth before he can speak and then briskly shake my head. If he lets Mrs. Roach in, we won’t get her out for at least an hour. My horniness can’t wait that long, and I’ve already orgasmed twice.
We breathe as one for several long seconds before Mrs. Roach announces why fooling around with Christian is a bad idea. “I wanted to ask you about the eviction notice Mr. Richler handed me.” The croakiness of her voice can’t be missed. She is devastated.
Christian stares at me in bewilderment when I say, “Just a minute.”
Minus the stomach prosthetic, I tug on the bodysuit I was wearing earlier, sans panties since they’re nowhere to be seen, before heading for my apartment door.
Although I shouldn’t, I sling my head back to Christian to make sure his cock is tucked away before I grant Mrs. Roach access to my apartment.
As suspected, tears are glossing her cheeks, and her bottom lip is extra plump from how many times she’s run her teeth over it.